In the early morning, Chu Huan swept the ashes into a pile, then stepped on the stool and lay on the large wardrobe to take a look, and found the cat's already cold and stiff body. It made an exception yesterday and it seemed that it was indeed coming out to say goodbye.

Chu Huan rolled up his sleeves and lay on the dusty wardrobe for a while, unable to tell what it felt. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and he picked it up and saw a text message from the caregiver: "It's time, come and say goodbye to me."

Chu Huan and the nurse in his fifties did not have any improper relationship other than hiring. This message without any beginning or end came from Chu Aiguo, and the old guy somehow touched the other person's phone number.

Chu Huan put away the military skull and gun, changed into black clothes, sorted out a simple luggage, took out an old shoe box, put the cat in, covered its body with paper ash, leaving only a round head exposed outside, buried under the big pine tree downstairs. Then, he pressed the brim of the hat, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, reported the name of the hospital, leaned against the backrest of the car seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He is going to visit Chu Aiguo.

Well, last side.

Chu Aiguo is a strange person. Others say that he looks like Mr. Ma Sanli who speaks crosstalk. As many people say this, Chu Aiguo has become a fan of Mr. Ma. He holds a small radio and listens for a long time. After listening for a long time, he learns the words and tone together, and becomes a superstar face that can be fake and real when he opens his mouth.

The ward where he lived was a single room. After Chu Huan went in, he brought it to the door and was about to walk in. He was stopped by the old man who was as thin as a zombie on the bed.

Although the old man's voice was hoarse, he felt a little relaxed and contented: "Hey, wait, where is your condom?"

Chu Huan paused, took out a napkin from his pocket, unfolded it, folded it three or two, and then pulled out a steel needle at the cuff, bent it with bare hands, inserted it into the napkin to fix it, quickly making a simple little white flower, pinned it to the collar. He faced the window glass, tidied his black suit jacket, completed the "grave-seeing" shape, and then walked to the old man's bedside.

Chu Huan: "Mr. Chu Aiguo..."

Chu Aiguo glared with turbid eyes, and for a moment, he actually glared out a little intimidating spirit: "What expression? You... give me joy, be more festive."

Chu Huan looked down at his outfit, bent down and said to his adoptive father, "Isn't this about to die forever? Isn't it festive?"

"Why is it not so good? Live and die, and you will be happy." Every time Chu Aiguo breathed, his chest made a terrible sound, as if his lungs had leaked. He said with difficulty, "If I don't listen to the words 'So who will always live in your heart', then won't I become a nail? Where can I put my daughter-in-law in the future?"

"You are so worried that you have a long time to go. I don't know which lesbian your daughter-in-law is in the belly of a lesbian," Chu Huan paused and compromised, "Then what paragraph do you plan to listen to?"

Chu Aiguo: "The part that choked to death."

It took Chu Huan half a minute to realize what this "choke to death" is. He sighed, feeling very melancholy, and tried to reason with Chu Aiguo: "Dad, that's for marriage."

Chu Aiguo was furious when he heard this. His thin fists smashed the hospital bed with a "bang" sound. He sighed and said, "Isn't this...Isn't this because I can't live for a few minutes? Now, no one cares about it, no one likes it, I have become the old cabbage gang rotting in the vegetable field..."

"Okay, okay, get married, get married," Chu Huan quickly surrendered and asked for instructions in a humble manner, "Then who do you plan to get married?"

Chu Aiguo: "I plan to marry the King of Hell back and be your stepmother."

Chu Huan was completely impressed by his father's courage to be a novice: "Dad, I see that you may not be able to reunite with my stepmother for a while, so it's a bit like borrowing from the sky for another five hundred years."

"I'm called a return to the light." Chu Aiguo glanced at him faintly, "I borrowed you."

Chu Huan moved a chair next to him and asked softly: "Why can't you borrow it?"

Chu Aiguo burst into laughter like a broken bellows, raising his sparse eyebrows, vaguely rebellious that old age and time cannot take away: "You have too many records of bad loans, and they are afraid of me."

Chu Huan looked at him calmly for a while, and for a moment, he spoke in a tone and said, "Mr. Chu Aiguo, have you come here to receive the sacred dying ceremony under the call of the King of Hell?"

Chu Aiguo cooperated and replied: "Who said no?"

Chu Huan: "Are you willing to leave this world around you with a large population, say goodbye to it, no longer see it, no longer nostalgic for it, like throwing away a piece of rag, in the days to come, whether it is peaceful or war, singing and dancing, or devastated, you will never care about it, forget each other until this world forgets you?"

Chu Aiguo was quite dissatisfied with the celebrating celebrating, and cursed: "Do you have any good things? Then who the hell wants it?"

Chu Huan whispered expressionlessly: "Dad, I'm afraid you can't help it."

When Chu Aiguo heard this, he was stunned for a moment and muttered, "That's right - open my... bedside table, there is a box inside, and take it out for me."

Chu Huan Yiyan found the box that Mr. Chu Aiguo said, and when he opened it, he saw that there was a plain platinum ring inside.

Chu Aiguo said: "You have words, have you seen it?"

In the plain circle, a beautiful content was engraved with artistic words - "Creating you to play".

Chu Huan: "Can you play?"

Chu Aiguo nodded with difficulty: "Can you play with it - I ask you, you... do you still feel that way recently?"

Chu Huan: "What kind?"

Chu Aiguo raised his thin hand and grabbed Chu Huan's wrist: "I have no expectations for anything and no wish for life. I don't seem to be happy at all. I feel so frustrated with a headache and I'm too lazy to even masturbate..."

Chu Huan pretended to be shocked: "Dad, you have buried the loess in your head. Can you stop being so impartial?"

Chu Aiguo turned a deaf ear and stared at him with a turbid gaze: "Is there any?"

Chu Huan said without blinking: "Absolutely not."

Chu Aiguo's hands tightened: "Tell the truth."

Chu Huan: "..."

This time, he was silent for a long time. His eyes were not clear behind the lens, but it was very dark and heavy. After a while, he touched the corner of his mouth and said frivolously: "It's just occasionally, no one will rub it every day, which will hurt his body."

Chu Aiguo exhaled a long breath of turbid air: "Once I saw you standing in front of the window, as if you were about to jump down..."

Chu Huan sneered: "Impossible, the ground is hitting the ground with a 'paji' and it polluted the environment. Do I seem to be so unethical?"

Chu Aiguo ignored his joke and stared at him without saying a word. After a long time, Chu Huan finally defeated under the aggressive gaze of the old fairy, took the lead in turning away his gaze, and his smile gradually dissipated: "...that's the time."

Chu Aiguo: "Why didn't you jump afterward?"

Chu Huan replied: "The 'two ghosts' have not been caught yet."

Chu Aiguo closed his eyes: "You can still remember this, which means there is still a rescue, you... Remember, Huan is the pillar of the country..."

Chu Huan could not bear it and interrupted him: "You should pull it down soon. I've checked the dictionary. Isn't that thing just a big wooden pillar?"

"What's wrong with the big wooden pillar? You can stand tall with a circle of mountains and rivers on your body." Chu Aiguo glared, "But standing tall with the sky... I didn't say that you can hold the sky with the sky."

Chu Huan's eyes twitched slightly: "Dad, you have no place to play with your hooligan spirit, so you have to come to me, right?"

Chu Aiguo took a breath and looked at Chu Huan's bag at the door of the ward. His voice trembled slightly, and he was as angry as a wanderer: "You bastard, you are such a lust who sees lust... I mean, you should come out to see the outside world more, don't always think about doing your own things, and just end your life and death. Now no one is putting a burden on your shoulders. Don't always get stuck in your stubbornness. If you really can't bear it, go to the hospital to see it and prescribe some medicine. Don't bear it... Ah? If I'm not here in the future, no one can care about you anymore, ah..."

Chu Huan didn't say anything, as if he had listened, and seemed to have made up his mind to disobey him.

Chu Aiguo looked at him with great concern: "Where are you going to travel far?"

Chu Huan nodded: "Well, I'll go and do something first in a few days."

"What should I do if you leave? Who will keep it for?"

Chu Huan paused: "Daimi has died."

"Ah," Chu Aiguo sucked his teeth and sighed, "No, I have committed a crime. Before my death, I also had a little female cat who committed suicide for me."

Chu Huan looked at his deadly face and felt that it was a bit cruel to tell him the truth at this time, so he ignored the fact that Big Boy was a father-in-law and preserved the old man's unfinished fantasy of human and beastly love.

The old and the young were silent for a moment, and the old man seemed to have used up his strength to scream. He felt his life was passing by quickly.

The sunlight swept in from the window frame. It was a sunny day with clear light and shadow. Chu Aiguo said with a wandering look: "You... put on the ring."

The first ring I wore in my life actually came from my bald father. Chu Huan thought this fact was a bit cruel, but he still obediently wore it on his middle finger.

The ring is tightly sewn, and the words "Creating you" are as if tailor-made for him.

"I'm about to die." The old man said, slowly raising his eyes.

At that moment, the old eyes met the young eyes. The young man's eyes were quiet, and when people saw them in, they couldn't help feeling cold.

Chu Huan calmed down his body and responded softly: "Yes."

Chu Aiguo asked: "Can you live until you are seventy years old and eighty years old?"

Chu Huan hesitated for a while before answering cautiously: "I will try my best."

Chu Aiguo asked: "What should I do when I encounter difficulties?"

Chu Huan seemed to listen to this question, thought for a while, then a stingy smile appeared on his face: "Can you play with it."

"Okay, okay, be fine..." Chu Aiguo grabbed Chu Huan's hand and shook it, as if he had used all his last strength.

Then, his body suddenly stiffened, as if his mind was over and he had no worries. He said a few words of "good" and closed his eyes completely.

Chu Huan held the hand that had just crossed the border of life and death and had not yet become cold, and he closed his eyes. He seemed to hear the sound of wind rushing into the house in the distance, and he was scattered and lonely in his heart.

"Okay," he said to the inaudible person, "goodbye."
Chapter completed!